"It's you, isn't it?" Excerpt from the New Release in the Creatus Series ~ Paranormal Romance

Creatus Series

For four thousand years, creatus have concealed themselves from the humans who hunted them almost to extinction. Now, one creatus will endanger them all by breaking one of their laws: falling in love--with a human.

For my covers, I usually choose a scene out of the book. Here is the scene that inspired this great cover by Viola Estrella. 

This is just an excerpt. If you'd like to read the first three chapters you can read them here.

Greg slid his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. The room blurred for a second, and she stumbled backward into his arms, feeling as though she might fall.
He steadied her. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just hot, I guess.”
He lifted her hand and pulled her toward the door. “Let’s go get some fresh air.”
Kris followed behind him gratefully. “That sounds good.” Beads of sweat dripped between her shoulder blades even though she could feel the air was cool.
Greg led her down a staircase and outside to the courtyard behind the building. He crossed the common area, walking until they were in the shadow of two buildings at the rear of the complex. The setting sun’s orange rays peeked through massive pine tree branches, casting eerie patterns across the lawn as they swayed gently in the breeze. Greg dropped down on a bench and pulled her onto his lap.
Kris’ heart immediately thumped out a nervous rhythm. She’d only known him a couple of hours; she wasn’t ready for this. 
He slid one hand up her shirt and the other between her legs.
She jumped off his lap and staggered backward; he hadn’t even kissed her and was already trying to feel her up. “What are you doing? We just met.”  A wave of heat flashed through her body, and the world seemed to twist and bend around her as she tried to steady herself. Her mind was clear, but the ground felt as though it was moving beneath her as if she were rocking in a boat.
Greg’s face distorted, and she wasn’t certain if the devilish sneer was because he was angry with her or if she was hallucinating. He stood up. “I thought this is what you wanted. To get to know each other.” He approached her and pushed her back against the brick wall. The grainy material pierced through her thin shirt, scraping her back.
She clawed at his hands and arms. “I mean it! Stop it!”
He smashed his hand over her mouth and slammed her harder against the wall. She tried to scream, she tried to push him off, but his body against hers was too strong. It felt as if her arms were floating and her legs could no longer hold her weight.
The loser must have put something in her drink. He tugged up her dress as she struggled to free herself, but he pulled her body away from the wall and then bashed her head back into it. White stars filled her vision as the world began to close around her. She couldn’t pass out; she had to fight.
Greg’s body soared backward, hitting the wall of the building opposite her. She blinked in an attempt to clear her head, trying to register what she’d just seen. Then her body felt weightless as cool air rushed over her skin. Strong arms cradled her body, but they weren’t hurting her; someone was carrying her.
She stared up at the pine trees that rushed by, their long branches reaching out for her, hoping her protector wouldn’t let them take her. That wasn’t right. Trees couldn’t hurt her. She was hallucinating. She struggled to lift her head, to see who saved her. “Whoareyou?”
“You stupid girl…” The familiar deep voice filled her ears, resonating through her body as he pulled her against his chest. “I’m sorry. It’ll be okayyou’ll be okay.”
Hearing his voice sent a thrill through her soul, clearing her mind for a second. Every time she’d tried to convince herself that she’d made him up as a child, her heart argued that he existed. She tried to focus on his face to make out his features, but all she saw were those deep and mysterious eyes that filled her good dreams when she had them. The ones where he whisked her away, as opposed to the nightmares when the thief returned to kill her.
He set her down inside of what must be Beth’s car. “Keep the doors locked until your friend comes out.”
“It’s you, isn’t it?” she struggled to speak through the haze that threatened to steal her into unconsciousness.
 “Yes, it’s me.” He brushed her hair from her face, and her world went black.

The Creatus Series is not your normal paranormal story...it's a realistic twist of the myths you've heard your entire life. Prepare to believe...

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